10-18-2019, 12:09 PM
V u l g a r i S
What would Larva do if he were in the Tephran king’s shoes? What would the old Vulgaris do? These questions pick at the back of his mind as he watches, says nothing while Heartfire speaks. But did he know or did he let his dogs run free? He wonders but he remains silent while Litotes introduces the strange boy at his side. The draconic thing smiles with a mouth full of crooked little crocodile teeth and he wonders if he ever looked so wrong before he shed his scales. But his child seems delighted by his awful expression as she returns it with a more beautiful grin of her own. Does she even know how to feel fear, he wonders?
But then it’s time to explain the entire reason for their arrival. It draws his sage green eyes back to Castile as his face grows stern and the warmth drains from him all at once. He remains patient until the Loessian king finishes. A soft snort leaves him and Meraki watches him, eyes wide with curiosity, as he takes a step forward.
“Why would anyone yield their crown to you and yours? What reason does Heartfire have to surrender the kingdom seat to your hounds? You expect spineless obedience from others and you will find none among us,” he says flatly, eyes meeting Castile’s unblinking. “Call off your minions and be content with what you’ve already been given.”
He speaks to him like an impudent child, a parent simply quelling a tantrum rather than a king trying to prevent further wars. Meraki turns and observes the dragon king, tilting her head before glancing at the child beside her, then to Cyprin. None of it makes sense to her but she doesn’t speak up to ask questions just yet. Vulgaris offers a brief glance to Litotes and Heartfire, wondering if he should continue to speak for the three of them. Are they as wrathful and voracious as him? Are their people as furious? He knows the Tephrans have tried to forgive all they can but they will never forget seeing their home burn.
“End your plans for conquest now, and Tephra can promise armistice for one year. Continue, and your suffering will be legendary. You will curse your immortality and you will beg,” he says, eyes still locked perfectly with the dragon’s.
“You. Will. Beg.”
But then it’s time to explain the entire reason for their arrival. It draws his sage green eyes back to Castile as his face grows stern and the warmth drains from him all at once. He remains patient until the Loessian king finishes. A soft snort leaves him and Meraki watches him, eyes wide with curiosity, as he takes a step forward.
“Why would anyone yield their crown to you and yours? What reason does Heartfire have to surrender the kingdom seat to your hounds? You expect spineless obedience from others and you will find none among us,” he says flatly, eyes meeting Castile’s unblinking. “Call off your minions and be content with what you’ve already been given.”
He speaks to him like an impudent child, a parent simply quelling a tantrum rather than a king trying to prevent further wars. Meraki turns and observes the dragon king, tilting her head before glancing at the child beside her, then to Cyprin. None of it makes sense to her but she doesn’t speak up to ask questions just yet. Vulgaris offers a brief glance to Litotes and Heartfire, wondering if he should continue to speak for the three of them. Are they as wrathful and voracious as him? Are their people as furious? He knows the Tephrans have tried to forgive all they can but they will never forget seeing their home burn.
“End your plans for conquest now, and Tephra can promise armistice for one year. Continue, and your suffering will be legendary. You will curse your immortality and you will beg,” he says, eyes still locked perfectly with the dragon’s.
“You. Will. Beg.”
In this shook-up, twisted world, I'm gradually growing transparent and vanishing
Don’t look for me; don't look at me
Don’t look for me; don't look at me
Ghaul is basically standing there like "YEEAAAAAAAH!!! LETS WAR!!!!!"
